THE FARMER'S CURST WIFE—B
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Macmath MS., p. 96. Taken down by Mr Macmath
from the recitation of his aunt, Miss Jane Webster, Cross-michael,
Kirkcudbrightshire, August 27th, 1892; learned
many years ago, at Airds of Kells, from the singing of
Samuel Galloway.
1
The auld Deil cam to the man at the pleugh,
Rumchy ae de aidie
Saying, I wish ye gude luck at the making o yer sheugh.
Mushy toorin an ant tan aira.
2
‘It's neither your oxen nor you that I crave;
It's that old scolding woman, it's her I must have.’
3
‘Ye're welcome to her wi a' my gude heart;
I wish you and her it's never may part.’
4
She jumped on to the auld Deil's back,
And he carried her awa like a pedlar's pack.
5
He carried her on till he cam to hell's door,
He gaed her a kick till she landed in the floor.
6
She saw seven wee deils a sitting in a raw,
She took up a mell and she murdered them a'.
7
A wee reekit deil lookit owre the wa:
‘O tak her awa, or she'll ruin us a'.’
8
‘O what to do wi her I canna weel tell;
She's no fit for heaven, and she'll no bide in hell.’
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9
She jumpit on to the auld Deil's back,
And he carried her back like a pedlar's pack.
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10
She was seven years gaun, and seven years comin,
And she cried for the sowens she left in the pot.
